CAMILLE'S POV

Ophelia glanced at me, unsure of how to answer. The woman who had once refused to help us was now standing before us, offering her aid. It was a confusing turn of events, one that left me feeling unsettled.

"She's here to help," Dimitri answered, reaching to place a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I let him. But I wasn't about to forgive Ophelia so easily. I had wrongly believed that she was my friend and goddess was I wrong.

"We don't need her help," I declared in a resolute ...